*Heron*

The blue heron flew low over the ground and landed on a branch sticking up out of the water. She waited patiently for the wolves to meet her.

Fallen Rose

She chased after the heron and stoped by the branch.

Balto

The hybrid followed after the heron from Galar's Marsh, almost exhausted from the run. He panted heavily as he sat down. He looked around and then noticed the other wolf, not the one at the marsh. He turned his attention back to the heron. He waited to see if she had anything to say.

Maura

She quikly followed after. But unlike Balto, she wasn't even winded. "So we have to catch a fish? The right one.....this might take awhile."

*Heron & Pike*

She raised her serpintine neck up and gazed along the shore line. "There is a likely one. Catch that pike for me, there." the heron announced, looking to a very large fish near the shore.

The pike was over three feet long and weighed a good deal. Like many of the fish in the lake, she was also sickly, which was why she was so near to the shore.

Fallen Rose

She looked at the fish amazed, then she walked towards the lake trying to not cast a shadow 'pon the water. She judged her aim, then quickly, reached for the pike.

Balto

The hybrid watched the pike curiously. He said not a word while watching the fish swim. His tail wagged slightly. He continued watching and waited for the capture.

*Heron & Pike*

The pike made a furious splash, flinging water up with a powerful thrash of her tail and head. As Fallen Rose went to catch her, the pike swung her mouth and her small, sharp teeth grazed through the short fur of the wolf's paw, cutting her slightly. There was little damage the pike could actually do to any wolf, but she thought she was fighting for her life!

The heron tilted her head slightly, watching the spectacle. "Fiesty. Young pike are good to eat. But that one there is big enough to eat little birds. Mind that you don't kill her yet though." The bird flapped into the air and landed herself near the shore. "Just bring her a little closer. You may have to tire her out first. She'll tire quick. Like the alligators do."

Fallen Rose

She felt the cut on her paw but kept playing with the pike trying to lure it closer to the shore.

*Heron & Pike*

Finally the pike was driven to the shore, too sick and weak to put up much more of a fight. The heron hopped eagerly forward, surveying the fish, larger than herself, with intent eyes. "Alright, just make sure she doesn't swim off." The blue-tinted bird said.

Now began a strange conversation. The heron spoke out in a dialect that none of the wolves could understand; it was confusing babble of high and low pitched noises, strung out and wavering. At first the fish seemed to refuse to speak back, but then she relented. Her words, equally as cryptic as the heron's, babbled forth through the water. The tones were low and strange; far too low for any human to detect, but any wolf could hear this strange speech, although normally the water hid it from their ears. As the fish spoke, the heron tried to translate the information back to the wolves, although the fish's language was hard even for this fisher-bird to decipher.

"Every few...light? No, suns... Every few suns, the cky... what?" The heron cocked her head and spoke back to the fish in the strange tounge. "Oh, Ckyia is their name for the humans." She paused a moment, straining to understand the large fish as she spoke, "...a liquid from a... what? Hhmm... I don't know that one either." Once again the heron spoke to the pike, then shooke her head in frustration, "The human pours liquid from something... I don't understand what she's talking about though. And then... ah, this liquid makes things sick." She nodded again, listening still to the fish and asking her a question. Finally she turned back to the wolves, "This is what I got out of it; every few suns, a human comes and pours something into the water. It must be what's making everything sick. The human comes to a northern part of the lake where a small stream pours into the water. Now I can't tell you when he'll be back, but I'm sure this is a big help." the heron looked expectantly to the canines, "Now, how do expect to stop the problem?"

Fallen Rose

She sighed, how were they to stop this. She thought for a moment then spoke. "We could go kill the human."

*Heron & Pike*

The heron nodded, "Yes, that might solve it. But... I think it will take more than one wolf. I'm sure this human is crafty, if he can make the entire lake sick. And he only comes for a brief time every few suns. Unless you waited in that spot for days on end, it would be very difficult to catch him." she pointed out. "You need some others to help you."

Fallen Rose

She moved aside to let the Pike flounder away and spoke. What then do you suggest?

*Heron & Pike*

She studied the wolf for a moment, getting suddenly flustered, "Don't ask me!" she huffed, pulling her beak down and arching her neck. But relenting, she spoke a bit softer, "Find other wolves, or other animals maybe. Post look outs. Take turns waiting at the creek for the human to come. When he does, who ever spots him can send out a call and you can all come for him. Or something." She fluttered her wings, "Do anything you can think of. Just do something."

The pike pulled itself away from the shore, listing to the side as she did so.

Fallen Rose

She sighed then spoke, Okay. But how am I supposed to tell all the wolves

*Heron*

She arched her neck again and glanced about, "Call to them. Howl, I suppose. Or go find some. Surely you can find a few to help."

Balto

Balto got a confused look. He liked humans, greatly. He knew he wouldn't enjoy killing one, but he would for the safety of the wilderness. His tail flicked as he looked around from heron to wolf.

Fallen Rose

"Well then, we might as well howl."

Magick

Raven hued huntress padded close, not bothing to hide her scent or sight from the others. Her harks had caught onto the words of the others, and she was willing to help. She was willing to kill a human, and with Taijya missing, she would do it alone. "I can be of service." Her tones were serious yet unlike Taijya, she held more gentleness to it.

*Heron*

The gray-blue bird turned her sharp beak towards Magick, "Good, another. Find more I suggest, and head north from here up the bank. The first stream you find should be the right location. Then it is a matter of waiting." Her job done, the bird took to the sky, flapping loud and heavy.